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Harley spun to face the kids and blanched.

I couldn’t blame him. Each kid, and there was about twenty of them, faced him, holding a snowball in each hand.

“Shit!” Harley boomed and hit the floor. The snowballs launched, and I started laughing. Harley hadn’t dived quick enough, and snowballs battered him.

The kids threw the second wave as he lay on the ground before rushing him.

Harley yelped as youngsters began shoving snow down his back and I gasped as Eddie even shoved a handful down his jeans. That would cause shrinkage!

However, it was too funny not to laugh. Giggling, I sat on the swing as the children buried Harley.

Aaron and Fanatic walked out as I watched and gulped.

“Yeah, Harley can deal with that,” Fanatic said, stepping back inside the doorway.

“Fuck, yes,” Aaron agreed.

“What a pair of cowards,” I teased, and they nodded vigorously.

“Nope, not taking them on. Rather fight a rabid bear,” Fanatic replied.

“You’re going to leave Harley out there?” I asked, amused.

Both of Harley’s brothers nodded.

“Harley would do the same,” Aaron pointed out.

“Holy shit.” I gasped as the kids scattered, and I gazed wide-eyed at where Harley was. Only his head emerged from the snow. Harley’s entire body, from the neck down, had been buried.

“Assholes! Come and dig me out,” Harley roared.

“Not happening,” Aaron stated.

“God, you can’t leave him,” I exclaimed, getting to my feet.

“Oakley, I know you’re new here, so I’m going to save you some grief. Look over there,” Fanatic ordered, pointing.

I looked in the direction Fanatic pointed in and spotted a youngster hiding. Oh.

“And there,” Aaron added, and I followed his finger and noticed a second child.

“Behind the fountain,” Fanatic murmured, and I spotted Eddie there.

“Are they waiting to ambush us?” I demanded.

“Now you’re getting it. Whoever goes to rescue Harley will get attacked and buried the same as him,” Fanatic replied.

“But if we don’t dig Harley out, he’ll end up with flu!” I cried.

“That’s why we do this,” Aaron snickered. He sent a text to someone, and a few minutes later, the old ladies barrelled past me.

“Get your asses out here and dig Harley out now!” Lindsey yelled.

“Ah shit, Fanatic’s a tittle-tattle,” EJ exclaimed, coming out from behind a bush.

“Language!” Lindsey snapped, and EJ blanched and looked at Dante.

“Mom washed my mouth out with soap last night because I said the A word,” he muttered.

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